Addership's Travelling Circus

Addership's Performateers
Our story Begins...

Oh Wilmont Addership toured the lands
How I wish I was in Highrock now
Twenty skilled men all wanderers too
Had all signed on for his circus troupe

God damn them all
I was told we’d trudge the trails for Nerathian gold
We’d draw no swords, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Fallcrest pier
The last of Addership’s Performateers

We arrived in the heart of the Nentir vale
How I wish I was in Highrock now
We were told there would be no show today,
Unless we helped the Magistrate down the way


So we march on up to Cloak Wood Hall
How I wish I was in Highrock now
When a dirty little Kobold came in sight
We tightened our grips and made to fight


The barbarian was first into the fray
How I wish I was in Highrock now
He laid all around with his furious strikes
A mountain of a man, we’d never seen the likes


The Teifling circled them round the side
How I wish I was in Highrock now
His dagger flashed quicker than what meets the eye
But he got in too deep and was about to die


The Shifter notched and drew her bow
How I wish I was in Highrock now
With her careful aim they flew straight and true
And she skewered more than a kobold or two


The Kobolds made to run us down
How I wish I was in Highrock now
Our Wizard then began to cast a spell
And the kobolds soon felt the burning flames of hell


At last I decided to join the fight
How I wish I was in Highrock now
But I wasn’t quite sure on what I had to do
So I jumped into a pit of some sticky goo


In the end the Kobolds lay on the ground
How I wish I was in Highrock now
We were bloodied and battered and tired and sore
But with a quick high five we went looking for more


The Adventure Continues
deeper into the dungeon

Our heroes survived their first test, somewhat bloodied, somewhat sticky, and continued to delve further into the dungeons of Cloak Wood Hall. As they ventured on, they came across the kobold chief and his elite warriors in the hall’s burial chamber. The kobolds were kneeling, practicing some ritual at a crudely constructed shrine to their draconic deity. Gripping their weapons tightly, the heroes flung themselves into battle with the scaly beasts.

But it was as if the ancient hall itself was against the heroes. No sooner had they waded into the fray then age old traps, long dormant, sprang to life. Darts flew left and right, striking the unfortunate rogue who triggered them. aelA atcraF had more than just darts to deal with though, as he was soon set upon by the kobolds and their pet drakes.

Susan Strong was not one to sit idly by and let his circus mate be left to the mercy of the kobold dragonshields. His great axe swung in huge arcs all around him, and kobolds felt the keen bite of its edge. As Susan drew the attention of the kobold warriors, the ranger Ethel Zellow circled the battle for a clear line as to which to unleash her arrows. They flew with deadly accuracy, and the kobolds knew their feathered sting.

Steely eyed concentration lead to magical fire as Abra-ka-Daniel invoked arcane words. But while the lesser of his kin burned, the fire only enraged the kobold chieftain. The chieftain invoked his own magic, reigning black death amongst the heroes.

Lucan Arvellion Porter knew what he had to do. Lucan drew his trusty longsword, touched his broach for luck, and with his warsong on his lips, closed on the chieftain. Blows came fast, hacking and hammering, with the chieftain giving ground on each strike. And when he was a half second too slow to raise his staff in defense, Lucan’s sword bit deep into the chieftain’s neck, bringing him down to his penitent stance one last time.

The Cold Earth Slept Below
Secrets Revealed

The Performateers had cleaned out the remainder of the kobolds in the ruined hall, with their chieftain falling to Lucan’s blade. The party rallied around, dressed their wounds and took a long breath. Its wasn’t long, however, until aelA got that golden twinkle in his eye, and he made the move to look around the tomb for a little something interesting.

The rest of the crew soon followed suit, and after a bit of scrounging, came up with a tidy bag of gold, along with the chieftain’s magical war staff. Abra-Ka-Daniel quickly took a shine to this arcane item. One piece that did have the team baffled was a small, crudely cut key. With no obvious use, the party searched around, and after a little effort discovered a hidden passage at the back of the burial chamber.

The passageway soon turned from the hewn stone of the keep to a rough, natural formation. Frost was clinging to the stone as the party descended into the depths. Their breath was clearly visible now as the temperature dropped as well, quicker than there dungeoneering sense told them is natural for a cave such as this. Rounding a corner the passageway the party came upon a large chamber, covered in snow and ice, and harbouring the reason for the cold climes. Szartharrax, a young white dragon had taken up residence in the bowels of the keep. It now became clear what had been pushing the kobolds to such aggressiveness on the king’s road.

The dragon, not suffering intruders into his den, bathed the group in an icy blast. Shards of frozen needles raked the Performateers. They quickly scattered, not wanting to give the frigid beast another such opportunity. They fanned out, trying to outflank Szartharrax. The dragon whirled and snapped at whomever came near, great fangs like blue daggers slashing left and right.

The Performateers used the natural formations of the cave to keep the dragon off balance. They darted in and out of the stalagmites, hitting hard and falling back to cover. Arrows flew, fireballs exploded, and sword and dagger found their mark.

As fearsome as the dragon was, Szartharrax was still a juvenile. He may have been able to scare the kobolds into doing his bidding, but when it came to facing down a screaming goliath wielding a two handed axe, the dragon proved to be the lesser. Susan brought his weapon down in an overhand chop, cleaving the dragon’s head from his body. Blue blood spilled forth, and froze as it hit the ground. The Performateers backed away as the dragon’s body gave its final death throws, then lay still.

On the Road

Ambushed by the Daggerburg Goblins


Massacre at Evergreen

Cornered at the Falls

The Daggerburg goblins close the trap

New Recruits

Nemyt joins the circus


The great warehouse heist

Fire with Fire

Taggart gets his revenge

The Purple House

The Performateers entered the home of the capricious Erasmus Penderghast. They had to battle through a series of puzzels and trials to get to the old wizard and his familiar Fenrus.


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